Petre Negrescu
Character Bio
Name
Petre Negrescu
Player
Landshark
Vampire, Doll or Were-creature
Doll
Age
24
Claimed
Intended for Sparrow
Orientation
Hetrosexual
Hair
Black
Eyes
Light Blue
Height
5'10
Appearance
Petre is of a thin build but takes pretty good care of himself. His morning exercises are enough to keep him lean and fit as does his lifestyle of little sleep and long nights of partying. His hair is a dark brown and he tends to keep it cut in a just below the coller length with long bangs swept to the right. Occasionally clean cut, Petre likes to keep his heavy five o’clock shadow most of the time. His attire is based around his lifestyle resulting in clean cut club style casual wear all the way down to edgey T’s and jeans.
Personality
Petre is a nice guy. He makes casual friends easy but if you make it to true friend status he would go to the ends of the earth for you. Fun loving but laid back, he always has an idea for what would be fun to do. His up beat attitude often coveres up any other feelings he may have even blind rage. More than once a fight was diverted by his complimentary attitude and peaceful words only to have the assailent be cracked on the head once he turned to leave. Petre has a viscious mean streak when it comes to revenge but doesn’t like violence so much as such he deals out “justice” on the 3 fold rule. Are you a nice person then he will heap 3 times the nice back to you are you a horrible person, then you will have a hard time while Petre is around.
Ability
None
Ons & Offs
No bathroom stuff
History
Born to the road Petre never called much of any “place” home. Home was an RV and whatever hook up lot they found themselves in the week. Petre’s family had been carnies for generations and so it was just accepted that when he became old enough that he would take his place in the menagerie as well. As a boy he had been a trouble maker and got himself and usually a few other kids into the kind of mischief reserved for after school movies. Knowing that you would be leaving soon and have to answer to no one was not a good thing for a bored kid to know. His usual partner in crime was Sparrow but she had gotten the nickname Pixie and that was that from then on. The two of them were inseparable to the point that when they hit their teens most of the carnival just assumed they were together. But Petre and Pixie never got it. They were friends and that was what they were.
Soon his antics brought down the ire of a few of the families in the carnival and he was basically assigned an apprenticeship to keep him out of trouble. No one wanted him for the most part as he wasn’t good with animals and too small to haul equipment and the like. Finally he was put with the tech crew and shown how to hook up the lighting and sound systems. He took to it quickly and loved the tech savvy end of it over the old world feeling in the rest of the carnival. Being in a carnival however meant that everyone was available to help out when needed. He would fill in here and there and had done everything from juggle rings to walk a tightrope. His life changed though one spring day just after his 23 birthday. Through a series of lucky breaks he was the only one available to be Ring Master one evening. He had watched from the control box every show that was put on and knew the lines back to front. As the lights came on and the crowd roared at his overblown introductions something shifted inside of him. He fell in love with it. The lights the music the crowd, even the familiar cast that encircled him as they went. He felt as if at the center of a whirlwind of grandeur and made up his mind to seek out that feeling once again. He would not find it in the carnival as he was immediately sent back to the shadows after everything was worked out.
Roughly 9 months earlier Pixie had left the carnival and ended up in California. Petre was beside himself. His comrade in arms was gone having said she needed to move on. Her family got letters from time to time and Petre actually received one as well. Said she was doing fine and had found distant relatives. California was the land of opportunity and he knew that if he could just get out there he could find the one he needed to get back in the roar of the crowd again. Once the carnival finished in its current town he said his goodbyes and with a pack on his back and a bus ticket he headed for California. He hoped to find his friend Pixie and maybe crash with her or at least she could help him out to get on his feet. Either way he would have a friend nearby and that was more than most people with his idea had.
After getting to California he tracked Pixie down to a P.O. Box and that’s when it went cold. The nice female clerk was kind enough to let him know that that she would try and let him know if she saw his friend but could not tell him what her home address was. So he waited for a call and found a room for rent while he looked for work in the area. Most bands and DJ’s had their own stuff and guy while others wanted a guy that had gear to use for them. Petre was struggling and eventually got on at a strip club spinning the same 15 songs and a light system that was straight out of the 80’s. His skills not tested past changing a bulb or flipping an on switch.
